Benny Bullfrog
So there I am polished heart throat in full puff
I look the part my wad is packed to reimburse.
Ive yet to re-rehearse many moons spent on lovelines lent from
Long-legged pop-eyed fat-necked benny bullfrog.
Final run-through polish up
The flower of loves my buttercup.
Moon in june for you Ill croon
Just like pop-eyed fat-necked benny bullfrog.
Mean piece of muscle Im melvin toad,
I dice with death, across the road.
Hop aboard my lovers leap
Fat-necked quatermass
Who needs a benny bullfrog.
Here she comes (keep a cool head)
My legs numb (keep a cool head)
I cant run (keep a cool head)
High! my names hunky how dyou do
I catch a fly in one swoop
I catch a fly just for you
Thats if you do want me to
But youre not hungry I know
A sixth sense gave me a clue.
I know what else we can do.
(you creep !)
Long-legged pop-eyed fat-necked benny bullfrog.
Wish I was benny bullfrog
Cool as benny bullfrog
Whats the secret, bullfrog?
song performed by by Madness
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The Frog and the Dog
The big bullfrog said to the wiry weenie dog,
“Come out and sun with me on my nice, nifty log.”
The wiry weenie dog yelped at the big bullfrog,
“I can’t get out there since you’re sitting in a bog.”
Froggie croaked back, “Of that term I’m not fond.
I’ll have you know this log is on a crystal pond.”
The wiry weenie dog, not wanting to appear a dud,
Asked, “Which part is crystal; the moss or the mud? ”
The big bullfrog said to show his irritation,
“Forget it wiry weenie dog. I withdraw my invitation.”
Now the wiry weenie dog really felt mighty bad
And said, “I’m sorry big bullfrog that I made you mad.
I’d like to visit you out on your nice, nifty log,
But my short legs might get stuck since I’m a weenie dog.”
The big bullfrog said, 'Just wait a spell.
Stay where you are since I jump very well.”
After three hops, frog and dog were sitting side by side.
They enjoyed the day together till both were sleepy eyed.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Willy The Bullfrog
There once was a Bullfrog named Willy the Bullfrog
And all that he did was croak on a log
Sitting around and having fun
And when he wanted to, he would soak up some sun.
But Willy knew that those days were almost gone
When he saw a bullet killing a fawn
And then in his pond went cans of beer
Then a bullet killed another deer
Then Willy who was full of fright
He hid away until the dark of the night
Then he gathered all the animals for a meeting
Saying hunters are not killing us for the eating
But because in our body runs blood of red
And because their guns shoots bullets of lead,
Many years ago in this land
GOD gave us life with the wave of his hand
There were foxes and herds, oxen and birds
But now our population is dwindling down to none
Ever since I saw that bullet killing a fawn
Then all the animals began to shed a tear
Because they knew then, they had a lot of fear
They wouldn't be able to play and have any fun
They will always be chased and on the run.
Then Willy sadly hopped back to his pond
The place where he was very fond
Then Willy began to speak again
And behind him snuck a bunch of men.
Willy shouted this kind of life I cannot hack
A spear then came ripping through Willy's back.
There once was a Bullfrog named Willy the Bullfrog
And all that he wanted to do was croak on a log
Sitting around and having fun
And when he wanted to, he would soak up some sun.
But Willy and his friends don't live here anymore
Their home and his pond became a department store
Their homes and their lives they had to give
So people of humanity would have a place to live....
There once was a Bullfrog named Willy the Bullfrog
All that he wanted to do was croak on a log
Sitting around and having fun
And every now and then he would soak up some sun.
RANDY L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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No, that's not it. The first time we met was at Fat Tuesday's. Benny was playing, this was, I think in 1989?
quote by Benny Green
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The Bullfrog Bell
Now the truce of night brings respite to the sordid care of day,
And in listlessness I pace the river side,
Where the solitude is wounded by no lighted window's ray;
But illicit fancy will not be denied
For the darkening flat reiterates a freer life's farewell,
In the long familiar knocking of a bullfrog bell.
And in reverie I see the loaded waggons slowly creep,
Far across the western plains of New South Wales;
With 'talking' wheels and platforms, with wool-ropes biting deep,
And the dust of two broad countries on the vales.
Till the stars take shape in patterns, and through their dreamy spell
Comes the low, incessant knocking of the bullfrog bell.
And the retrospection lingers, bringing spiritless regret,
Though the northward track is open to me still
I may count the morning muster — I may track the stragglers yet
I may spell or battle onward, as I will
I may wake at night to listen, and know that all is well
By the reassuring answer of the bullfrog bell.
But that virile life repeated would be wearisome and trite,
Since the glamour of adventure cannot last
When the future, with its freshness, its pulsing, roseate light,
Has congealed into a leaden-coloured Past.
So an unreturning era owns its sympathetic knell
In the melancholy knocking of that bull-frog bell.
poem by Joseph Furphy
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Shake, Rattle & Roll/ Flip, Flop & Fly
(words & music by calhoun)
Well get out of that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans
Get out of that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans
Well I want my breakfast cause Im a hungry man
I believe youre doin me wrong and now I know
I believe youre doin me wrong and now I know
cause the harder I work the faster my money goes
Well I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
Well you wont do right
To save your doggone soul
Im like the one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
Im like the one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
Well I can look at you till you aint no child no more
Well I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
Well you wont do right
To save your doggone soul
Im like a mississippi bullfrog sittin on a hollow stump
Im like a mississippi bullfrog sittin on a hollow stump
Ive got so many women I dont know which way to jump
I said flip flop and fly I dont care if I die
I said flip flop and fly I dont care if I die
I wont ever leave .. dont ever say goodbye
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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bullfrog chorus...
I practice saying
I love you
quote by by Chenou Liu (2011)
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Green River
Words and music by john fogerty
Take me back down where cool water flows, yall.
Let me remember the things Ive done: walk on the log where the catfish bite;
Walking along the river road at night; barefoot gir, dancin in the moonlight.
I can hear the bullfrog calling me. (ribbit)
Wondrin if my ropes still hangin to the tree.
Ole brody juniour took me over; said youre gonna find a well thats colder.
If Im a bad boss, give some ogreen river.
Well...
song performed by by Alabama
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If a bullfrog had wings it wouldn't bump his behind every time he hopped.
They asked a bullfrog, ""Why do you croak all the time?"" He replied, ""I'm enchanted with my voice.""
Erotic Lullaby For Bedding, After Roethke
Belly belly the hard boiled egg.
I map out of a dream.
Love a long necked boy.
Dance lips! Leaves of legion.
Jelly, yard dog! Leap to June.
Suckle me, honey,
long necked, boney onion.
Why cry when peeled?
Count the rings of a tree,
the circles of a breath.
The nose is a love.
Press me, press me.
Iron me soft.
A breath leans,
nape of jeans falling.
Wedge me, wedge me.
Be an ax.
Clap me, trunk of calcium,
bone of need.
Sing, throat, puller of weeds,
secret coronations.
I day your arbor.
You arbor my seed,
belly belly
egg of sway.
Falter me,
long necked, naked boy.
Lather I'd rather thee.
All egg is joy.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Tad & The Bullfrog King
Bullfrog King did summon Tad
“I have a task for you young lad”
“A task for me? Egad! ” said Tad
“Fetch your club and kilt of plaid”
“I’ll teach you how to public speak
You’ll learn the art of war
One day you’ll be my president
By then you’ll know the score”
Years passed, Tad became a frog
‘You’re ready now” said Bullfrog King
Come sit by me and sip some grog
Today I’ll give to you my signet ring”
“You’ll campaign, with speeches thrill
Then there will be a sham election
You’ll landslide win and beat my shill
There will be no ballot box inspection”
“When in command, you’ll do my bidding
Through my shrewd, hand-picked cronies
Just look good and lie Tad, I’m not kidding
Heed my generals and assorted phonies”
Tad went on to be elected, as planned
The Bullfrog King was very pleased
A cry of hope did raise thru-out the land
Frogs knew not their pond dis-eased
On campaign promises Tad did renege
Followed in the footsteps of him before
While bankers and military danced a jig
Tad’s actions were to heinous to ignore
King made plans to rule all world ponds
He’d name the plan “A New World Order”
With all frog liberties he would abscond
Tad became his World Prison-Warder
Many frogs rebelled, many did comply
Jailed & tortured, some were euthanized
Toad mercenaries were hired to pacify
Frogs wailed, gnashed teeth n’ agonized
The FROG GOD was faced with a dilemma
What would He do to stop such madness?
He decided to give all the ponds an enema
To help restore peace, harmony, gladness
He unleashed a torrent to flood the earth
Made every tiny pond part of a raging sea
“Behold I make all things new by rebirth'
“A New Beginning” He Chuckled Affably
He reached down to Earth for a pinch of mud
From this He fashioned skin, bone and blood
Into a “New frog” and placed him in a puddle
From frogs rib he made some changes subtle
With male and female frogs complete
FROG GOD SPOKE,
“It is Finished, My Love’s Replete”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Bottle-O Benny
Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a rumble and a rattle,
Waking every echo on the old bush road;
Waking, too, the wonder of the wayside cattle
With the clatter of his engine and his strange, mixed load;
With his front wheels a-wobble and his back brake squealing,
Skirting here the table-drain, grazing there a tree,
His hand upon the steering, but his mind upon his dealing,
Comes Bottle-o Benny in his old Model T.
'Any ole iron, sir? Fat, sir? Bottles, sir?
Cast-off clobber, or any ole rags?
(Pretty sticky patch that, down by the wattles, sir.)
Any ole machinery or secon'-and bags?
Charf bags, bran bags? Taken 'em orf yer 'an's, sir
Best city prices, spot cash. That's me!
This 'ere dealin' life's as 'ard as any man's, sir.'
Says Bottle-o Benny from his old Model T.
He pokes about the rubbish heap; he roots around the stable there;
He loiters in the lumber-shed and says, 'Times is lean.
Give you 'arf-a-dollar, now, for that ole table there.
Square an' all an' honest, sir, I'd 'ardly make a bean!
Yes; I've counted up the bottles; two dozen's wot I make 'em, sir.
Wot? Them sauce an' pickle 'uns?
But, jist for ole acquaintance like, I'll rid yer 'an's an' take 'em, sir.'
And he magically packs them in his old Model T.
Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a rattle and a rumble,
Off goes Benny by the Burnt Stump Bend.
His echoes scarce have died away ere Mum begins to grumble:
Where's that copper kettle that I put out to mend?'
And Lil says, 'Last year - (I've always had a feeling)
Last year a clothes-line went when Benny went,' says she.
But Benny won't be back again for twelve months, dealing
For unconsidered trifles in his old Model T.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Green River
Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remember things I love,
Stoppin at the log where catfish bite,
Walkin along the river road at night,
Barefoot girls dancin in the moonlight.
I can hear the bullfrog callin me.
Wonder if my ropes still hangin to the tree.
Love to kick my feet way down the shallow water.
Shoefly, dragonfly, get back tyour mother.
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across green river.
Welllllll!
Up at codys camp I spent my days, oh,
With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers
. old cody, junior took me over,
Said, youre gonna find the world is smouldrin.
And if you get lost come on home to green river.
Welllllll!
Come on home.
song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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A Cat And Mouse tale
My young niece asked me
what animal would I like to be?
would I be a great big Polar Bear
or a Dolphin swimming in the sea?
How about being a Camel in the desert
or buzz about like a busy busy bee
then again I may want to live in a jungle
be a monkey swinging from tree to tree?
She said she really loves amphibians
so she'd be a toad or a giant Bullfrog
or an animal that likes to roll around in mud
like a Hippopotamus or a Warthog.
But in the end she changed her mind
as she decided she'd want to be a mouse
so in that case I replied to her
I'll be a big cat and chase you round your house!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Just to have that sense of family, it gives you something that you know you need to take care of for the rest of your life. People gave it to him, and he passed it on to us.
quote by Benny Green
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Have A Little Faith in Me
When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see
Just let my love throw a spark
And have a little faith in me
And when the tears you cry
Are all you can believe
Just give these loving arms a try
And have a little faith in me
And
Chorus:
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
When your secret heart
Cannot speak so easily
Come here darlin’
From a whisper start
To have a little faith in me
And when your back’s against the wall
Just turn around and you will see
I will catch, I will catch your fall baby
Just have a little faith in me
***This is a song thats one of my favorits of all time i heard it on the movie 'Benny and Joon' and have loved it ever since.***
poem by Missy Lynn
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Hey Bulldog
Sheepdog
Standing in the rain,
Bullfrog
Doing it again
Some think that happinness is measured out in years
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears
Child-like
No one understands,
Jack knife
In your sweaty hands,
Some think that happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think you're something special when you smile
You can talk to me, if you're lonely you can talk to me
Big man
Walking in the park
Whigwam
Frightened of the dark
Some think that happiness is measured out in you
You think you know me but you haven't got a clue
You can talk to me, if you're lonely you can talk to me
song performed by by Beatles
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Night Bends
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills;
cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway;
and night bends near, a deepening shade of gray;
the bass concerto of a bullfrog fills
what silence there once was; globed searchlights play.
Green hanging ferns adorn dark window sills,
all drooping fronds, awaiting morning’s flares;
mosquitoes whine; the lissome moth again
flits like a veiled oud-dancer, and endures
the fumblings of night’s enervate gray rain.
And now the pact of night is made complete;
the air is fresh and cool, washed of the grime
of the city’s ashen breath; and, for a time,
the fragrance of her clings, obscure and sweet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just to be around that, to feel a part of it and be able to integrate the experience while I was with the Messengers, of going and playing gigs with other drummers, gave me the chance to realize that it was not just me that was making it happen.
quote by Benny Green
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Do unto others, then run.
quote by Benny Hill
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